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Arteles Creative Center's residency artists and their projects 2014
Arteles Creative Center's residency artists and their projects 2014
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IN THE RESIDENCY<br />
September-October <strong>2014</strong><br />
“Believing in nothing is like walking<br />
around freshly skinned.”<br />
CARA COLE<br />
Canada<br />
caraleacole@hotmail.com // www.caracoleart.com<br />
Once I set my heart on a thing, I bite down, and the world narrows<br />
to that bright point. The dying animal pounds and thrashes and<br />
moans as life and death mingle in the body. This mingling is visible<br />
and insubstantial as a rainbow, as smoke. The animal collapses,<br />
shivers and stills. Live flesh, responsive, intelligent flesh has<br />
become dead meat. Inert matter. Watching this is like being ripped<br />
apart and put back together. I wipe my face and look at my stained<br />
hands. I’ve been dressed in blood.<br />
For fifteen years I have researched and documented blood sacrifice<br />
rituals throughout the globe. I am often asked why I choose to<br />
focus my photography and my first novel on such seemingly grim<br />
subject matter. There are anthropological reasons. The rituals<br />
themselves are changing. They will die. But much of what drives<br />
me is personal. Participating in these extraordinary ceremonies<br />
count among my most profound encounters with mortality. The<br />
sacrifice rituals are intoxicating. I have been swept into the river of<br />
religious transportment.<br />
And I have been hurled out of that river. I admit to conflicting<br />
desires. I wish I could do more than photograph, do more than<br />
place my hands in those secret rich places where memory and<br />
desire—a life—dwelled. I examine the interiors of bodies and wish<br />
I could perform my own miracles upon the flesh. I wish I could<br />
reverse the tide of time and bring the dead back to life, to make<br />
blood rush into the body instead of out, to inflate collapsed lungs<br />
with fresh breath, to seal gaping wounds neat and invisible, as<br />
though they were never there at all.